Life

I’ll be taking a blogging break for the rest of the week. See you all Monday.

Went shooting with a friend on Saturday: He doesn’t make fun of my aim anymore.

Half-coherent personal life dialogue this morning: Me: I hate emotions. They’re bad. Stephanie: They’re not bad. You’re just not used to them.

That was tough, yo.

Router went out on Friday. There’s been enough going on that I didn’t actually miss it all that much. I don’t know which I found more amusing: that we couldn’t live more than 2 days without one (Steph and the Old Man picked it up today), or that once I logged back in, nothing of

Really, really. I need to find some angst to funnel. I know it’s there. I’ve just been too good at distracting myself to deal with it. I’ve got to review my writing schedule for the year, too. Black Desert isn’t going to get done all by itself, and right now I open it up every

The podiatrist cleared me for kickboxing. I can start up again next week!

Things here have been all quiet on the western front, mainly because I’ve been out and about a whole lot. I knew there had been some sort of odd turn when I realized that I hadn’t read my LJ list in several days and didn’t particularly miss it. I finally understood that what keeps me

My nephew practices his super ninja camouflage skills.